Time for Change

Straw that Broke the Camel's backI currently work for a company that is run by someone who likes to be in control and manned by sycophants who just love to say “Yes” and “How high?”.

Now I know that I’m being unreasonable and I’m certain you will all agree, but I think I should occasionally be allowed to be 3 minutes late for work due to traffic. I shouldn’t have to leave home 20 minutes earlier than I already do, just on the off chance that someone might run themselves into someone else everyday.

And on these odd occasions that I am late, I certainly don’t want to be pulled into a meeting room and told how disappointing it is that I couldn’t be at my desk and tapping away on my keyboard at 8.30am.

I mean for goodness sake, I’m 32, not 12. It’s not like I’m your average 8.30 to 5 worker… it’s not like they don’t ring me late at night and expect me to be available to answer inane questions. It is also not like I don’t do work out of hours and on weekends because we have so much to do!

But I digress, wait no I don’t, that’s my whole point right there in the paragraph above. At work I am web developer, designer, photographer, proof-reader, furniture mover, voice of reason and anything else they seem to think I should be. And for the most part I don’t mind. But being jumped on for being 3 minutes late and chastised like a child.

The guy might own the company, heck he may also own those at management level, but he doesn’t own me. This is the first time ever I have been so disgusted with a direct manager.

As a manager I would never bust a staff member for something so stupid, unless of course it was a serious issue affecting their work, but as I said before, I do more that the hours required.

What’s more the company hasn’t given the plebs a pay rise in over three years, not even CPI (consumer price index).

So now on the market… one slightly used web developer, will work for money (but it’s not the MOST important thing). Excellent experience.

As always the universe sends a message at just the right time… this from the Flying Solo newsletter (arrived in my in box this morning).

But there’s a danger that bending over backwards for our clients can end up doing us more harm than good.

At some point, most of us have knowingly put ourselves out by accepting a rush job from a desperate client. Like Chicken Little, these clients insist the sky will fall in if you don’t drop everything and help them solve their problem.

Every time we turn our attention to them, it comes at some expense to us. Another client’s project, a lunch date with a loved one… plans go out the window when Chicken Little calls.

Why should a lack of planning on their part effectively create a panic in our work?

Naturally, you want to please your clients and provide an excellent service, but there’s a fine line between that and allowing their problems to become your problems.

If we have no boundaries, we are in danger of allowing our clients to set them for us. This fosters poor behaviour in them and is a one way ticket to Frazzletown for us.

Funny how that happens… and I often think of my employer as a client… and every inch of my being says this client is one that should be let go for fear I end up in Frazzletown.


  1. The guy might own the company, heck he may also own those at management level, but he doesn’t own me.

    Word up dude. As a great white dead guy said “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark”

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